Julio

“The little wooden bird is gone.
The last of her past life, carried away with the dead.
For months, she will keep reaching for the bird, hand drifting to her pocket the way it might to a stubborn curl, a motion born of so much habit. She cannot seem to remind her fingers it is gone, cannot seem to remind her heart, which stutters a little every time she finds the pocket empty. But, there, blooming amid the sorrow, is a terrible relief. Every moment since she left Villion, she has feared the loss of this last token.
Now that it is gone, there is a guilty gladness tucked among the grief.
This last, brittle thread to her old life has broken, and Addie has been set well, and truly and forcibly free.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“One can be alone without feeling lonely,” she muses. “One can feel lonely without being alone.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“Three words, large enough to tip the world. I remember you.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“Failure is the mark of a life well lived. In turn, the only way to live without failure is to be of no use to anyone.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer